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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.