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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.