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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Martian,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.