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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.