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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.