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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Faust,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
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.