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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.