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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.