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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.