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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.