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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.