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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.