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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.