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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.