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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.