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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.