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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.