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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.