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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.