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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.