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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.