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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.