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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.