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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.