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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.