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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.