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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Slave,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.