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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.