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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.