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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.