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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.