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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.