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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Visage,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.