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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.