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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.