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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.