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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.