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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.