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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.