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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.