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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.