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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.