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 China and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.