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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.