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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.