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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.