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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.