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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.