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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.