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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.