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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.