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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.