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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.