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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.