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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.