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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.