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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.