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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.