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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.