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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.