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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 at the first Suicide 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Television,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.