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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.