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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.