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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.