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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.