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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.