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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.