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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.