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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.