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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.