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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.