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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.