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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.