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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.