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 Portugal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.