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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.