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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.