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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.