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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
June Days,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.