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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Monks,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.