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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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 Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.