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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
PIL,
Can,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.