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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.