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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.