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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.