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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.