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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
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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.