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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.