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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.