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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.