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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.