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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.