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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Litter,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.