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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.