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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.