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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.