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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.