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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.