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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.