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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.