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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.