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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Television,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.