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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.