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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.