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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.