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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.