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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.