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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.