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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.