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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.