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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.