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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Swans to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.