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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.