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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.