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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
the Normal,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.