Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.