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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.