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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.