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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
cv313,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.