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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.