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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.