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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.