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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.