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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.