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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.