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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Doors,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.