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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.