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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.