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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.