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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.