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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.