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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.