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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.