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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.