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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.