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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.