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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.