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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.