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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.