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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.