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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.