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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.