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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.