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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.