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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.