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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.