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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.