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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.