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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
X-102,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.