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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.