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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Index,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.