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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.