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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
X-101,
MDC,
Nas,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.