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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.