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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.