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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.