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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.