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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.