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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.