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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Zapp,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.