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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.