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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.