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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
the Association,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Index,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.