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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
AZ,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.