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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.