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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.