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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.