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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.