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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.