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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.