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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.