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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.