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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.