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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.