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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Slits,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.