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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.