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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Nas,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.