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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 the Human League 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.