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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.