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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.