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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 808 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.