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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.