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 Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.