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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Gong,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.