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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.