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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fall 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Television,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.