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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
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The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.