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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.