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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.