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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.