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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.