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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.