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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.