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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.