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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.