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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.