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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.