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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.