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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.