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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.