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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.