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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.