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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.