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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.