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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.