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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.