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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.