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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.