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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
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.