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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.