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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.