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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.