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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.