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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Japan,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.