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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Quantec,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.