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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.