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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.