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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
DNA,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.