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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.