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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.