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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.