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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.