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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Terry Callier 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.