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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.