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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.