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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.