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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Slave,
Hashim,
The Residents,
New Order,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.