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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.