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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
the Normal,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.