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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.