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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.