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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
MDC,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.