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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.