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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Pole,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.