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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 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 Excepter 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.