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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.