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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.