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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.