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 Oman 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.