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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.