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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.