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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.