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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Pretty Things 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?
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.