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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.