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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.