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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.