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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.