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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.