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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Zapp,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.