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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.