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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
10cc,
X-102,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.