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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.