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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Japan,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Aswad,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.