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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.