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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.