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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Liliput,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.