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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.