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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.