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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.