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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.