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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.