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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.