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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.