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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.