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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.