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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.