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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Metal Thangz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.