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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.