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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.