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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
X-101,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.