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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.