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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.