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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.