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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.