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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.