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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.