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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Faust,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.