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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.