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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.