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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.