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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.