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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Parry Music,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.