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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.