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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.