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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.