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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.