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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.