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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.