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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.