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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.