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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Ituana,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.