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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.