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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Television,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.