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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.