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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.