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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Can,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.