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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.