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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.