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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.