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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.