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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.