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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.