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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.