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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
UT,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.