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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.