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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.