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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Wake,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.