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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.