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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.