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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.