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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Smog,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.