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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.