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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.