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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.