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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.