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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.