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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.