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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.