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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Index,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Television,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.