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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.