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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.