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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.