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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.