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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.