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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.