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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Wire,
Easy Going,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.