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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.