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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.