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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.