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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.