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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.