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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Slave,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.