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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
PIL,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.