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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.