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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.