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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.