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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.