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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.