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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.