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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.