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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.