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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.