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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.