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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.