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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.