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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.