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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.