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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.