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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.