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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.