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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
the Association,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.