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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.