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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.