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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.