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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.