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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Organ,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.