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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.