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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.