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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.