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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.