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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.