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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.