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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.