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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.