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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Motorama,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.