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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.