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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Bauhaus 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Can,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.