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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.