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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.