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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.