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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.