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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.