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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.