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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Lalann,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.