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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.