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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s 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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.