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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.