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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.