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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.