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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Can,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.