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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.