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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.