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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.