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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.