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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
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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.