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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.