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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.