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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.