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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.