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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.