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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.