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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.