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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.