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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.