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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.