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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.