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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.