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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.