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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
PIL,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.