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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.