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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.