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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.