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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.