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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Technova,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Wire,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.