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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Aswad,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.