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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.