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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.