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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.