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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.