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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Smog,
EPMD,
Visage,
Model 500,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.