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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.