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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.