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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Fear,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.