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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.