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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.