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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Darondo,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.