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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.