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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.