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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.