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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.