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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.