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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.