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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.