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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.