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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.