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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.