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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.