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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.