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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Maurizio 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.