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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.