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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.