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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.