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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.