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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.