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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.