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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.