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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.