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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.