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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.