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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.