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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.