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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.