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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.