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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.