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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.