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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Jandek,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.