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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Names,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.