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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Can,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.