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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Japan,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.