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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Magma,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.