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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Can,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.