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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jandek to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.