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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Crime,
Deakin,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.