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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.