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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.