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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.