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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.