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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.