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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.