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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.