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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.