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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Television,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.