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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.