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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.