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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Ituana,
World's Most,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.