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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.