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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.