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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Lydon to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Franke,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.