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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.