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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.