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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.