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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.