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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.