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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.