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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.