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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.