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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.