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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Swans,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.