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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.