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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.