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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Visage,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.