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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.