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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.