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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.