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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
10cc,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
EPMD,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.