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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.