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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Nas,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.