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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.