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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.