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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.