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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.