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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.