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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.