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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Franke,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.