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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.