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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.