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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.