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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.