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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.