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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.