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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Index,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.