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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.