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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.