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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.