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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.