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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.