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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.