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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.