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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.