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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.