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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.