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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.